Film Reviews

Film Review: Chicago

Who would have thought that musicals would hit back? And in such a big way. Given the recent success of Moulin Rouge, director Rob Marshal takes his shot with his adaptation of the famous Bob Fosse Broadway musical, Chicago.

The story revolves around 1920’s Chicago where (much to the similarity of today’s Hollywood) crime and scandal would get you much fame and attention. The casting was full of odd picks. Renée Zellweger as the innocent looking but do-what-it-takes ambitious Roxie Hart. Catherine Zeta-Jones as the jailed entertainer Velma Kelly. Richard Gere as the smooth-talking lawyer Billy Flynn. It’s like a list of people whom you’d least expect to see doing a sing and dance number. But that tends to work in their favor as it adds to the fact that you have absolutely no idea what to expect from them.

This film was just so spectacular and entertaining. I’m no big fan of this genre. I haven’t even seen Moulin Rouge. But seeing this film made me realize how much we all really needed to be pulled away from the usual computer effects heavy Hollywood standard. Basically, it was really nice to see something completely different.

CHICAGO
Directed by: Rob Marshall
Cast: Renee Zellweger, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Richard Gere, Queen Latifa


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Sports

The Bandwagon of Gold

It is the sad fact that we, the modern sports fan, the media and all who are involved expect superhuman things from mere mortals. Contrary to popular belief, driving around in an expensive hummer while flashing the best in “bling” makes one no more a human than cappuccino Joe down at your local coffee distribution centre (expensive way of saying “Starbucks”). And yes folks, Shaq’s little superman tattoo will do his aging mass no good when he’s pushing 40 (although, it seems to have worked for Jon Bon Jovi). So why is it that the sports fan can get so down on one player? How can one player go from being tomorrow headlines to yesterday’s punch line in such a swift swoop? Easy, it’s about the hype.

Often construed as a good thing, “hype” in reality, is just a bad four letter word. A stamp of expectation, a limit set so high that only the few can reach. It is the reason why we see so many prime athletes come and go before we can even snatch a bit of whatever and sell it on eBay. And in these recent months, that “hype” has reached previously unseen proportions, so much so that the hype itself has “hype”. If you’re a sports fan, or most accurately a basketball fan, you will undoubtedly have heard of a young and multi talented man-child who will soon make the big leap. Like so many before him, the call of mega bucks and bright lights will see him don an NBA jersey come this summer’s draft. We of course, like everyone else for the past few months, are talking about LeBron James, or as Sports Illustrated calls him, “The Chosen One”.

His high school games were nationally televised, he drives a VERY expensive hummer and his mom is already making Allen Iverson’s mom look like the dispirited cheerleader. Yes, there was all the flap about the throwback jerseys he received that ultimately led to his suspension – but his jersey, the #23, has already been RETIRED by his high school. At the age of 18, the amount of pressure put on his shoulders is astronomical – the expectations he will have to face when he is (most definitely) selected as the #1 overall pick will be like no other before him. While other 18 year olds will worry about performing adequately on prom night, James will try to live up to all the talk, all the potential and hoopla that surrounded him. True, those who have received attention before him took awhile to develop – Kobe Bryant and Kevin Garnett took a few seasons – but neither got the microscope treatment LeBron is getting. They will be expecting him to make a big splash – every move he will make, every shot he will take will be analyzed, scrutinized and Sportscenter-ized. Every bad game taken as sign he is underachieving, every mediocre performance a sign he was not all he is cut out to be … all the makings of what could very well lead to the biggest bust in NBA history, if not sports history altogether.

While a little hype can do wonders, too much of it can place a burden of unsurpassable expectation. While hype itself applies to almost all aspects of life, it is in the sports world where its head is the ugliest. This NBA fan will hope for the best when it comes to LeBron – because only the greatest achievements in the sport will satisfy all that preceded him. Whether or not he will live up to all this hype remains to be seen, and it will without a doubt, be seen. It is the world of today’s sports – there is no escape from the hype. It is an entity of its own, devouring those in its path and making rich those who see the bandwagon of gold.

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Film Reviews

Film Review: Gangs of New York

After being delayed for some time, Martin Scorsese’s epic tale of the birth of New York is finally unleashed. Painting an incredibly detailed and harrowing picture, Gangs of New York is more than just splendor; it’s a truly gripping tale that unveils some furious history.

Centered on the gangs that ruled the desolate Five Points, the groundwork for its central story surrounds that of Amsterdam Vallon’s (DiCaprio) quest for redemption. As a young boy, he witnesses his father, Priest Vallon (Liam Neeson) slain by Bill the Butcher (Day-Lewis) in a gang battle between the Dead Rabbits (Vallon) and the Natives (Butcher). The young Vallon is sent away and returns more than a decade later setting his sights on vengeance. During this time, we discover how the Five Points have changed – new gangs, new affiliations but the same bad blood. With more than just vengeance on his mind (a side story featuring Cameron Diaz), we see how he not only fights with the demons around him, but the ones that inhabit him.

The violence is bloodthirsty, the characters are remarkably convincing (most notably, the outstanding Daniel Day-Lewis) and it is all displayed in such vivid imagery, captured to near perfection by Scorsese. While visually and audibly superb, the story itself is a little drawn out. Seemingly taking forever to reach some form of culmination, it is occasionally sidetracked by some of the more meandering points (DiCaprio and Diaz’s character relationship).

There is enough within the execution however, of the said story to keep the audience enthralled. Packing in a big punch with its visual and panoramic beauty (the bad streets of New York have never looked so good), Gangs of New York is an intense reminder of how one of Earth’s greatest cities began in such ruin. Epic in grandeur, this is one not to be missed.

GANGS OF NEW YORK
Director: Martin Scorsese
Cast: Daniel Day-Lewis, Leonardo DiCaprio, Cameron Diaz, John C. Reilly

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Music, Reviews

Paul Brill – Sisters

This advanced promotional copy of the new Paul Brill LP came without cover art and packaging; but the most important aspect of Brill’s music came intact – his music. The follow up to his Halve the Light LP is an intricate blend of guitar driven indie rock dabbed with classy folk and light country. With members of the Duke Ellington Orchestra and the Tin Hat Trio, Brill is able to once again capture the hearts and ears of his listeners. From the guitar friendly, almost ambient “Barefoot in the Snow” to the orchestra backed “Macon”, his combination of musical honesty and soulful clarity broadcasts so vibrantly, so effectively that it reaches out to one’s most poignant being – the heart.

Like the fine creation of heartland rock, “Skylight” appears like a positive aching, the very essence of hope and sound, emanating from some moonlit rooftop to bring down the breath of earth. It’s Brill at his finest; aware and observant, like someone “cut a hole into the roof so we could see the night”. It is followed by the more somber “Favorite Thing”, replete with a more sullen Brill and effortless instrumental support. In “Blue Blanket”, Brill resurrects the solemn sound that permeated through his preceding EP (the Sisters EP), and carries on right through to “Something to Get Along” – distinctly natural and beautifully expresses the sound and soul of ‘post country heartache’.

Paul Brill’s latest offering is like a timeless novel; encompassing a wide array deep emotion and observant description. Delicate in structure but grand in display, Brill is the enchanting musician who captivates his audience – a masterful artist, the unsuspecting Kerouac.

(Scarlet Shame Records)

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